[From December 16 1997, version]

Who's that knockin' at my window?
Knocks so loud and won't come in
It is your old true-hearted lover
Rise you up and let him in

Go away, go away, don't wake my mother
Our love's a thing she can't endure
She's been the ruin of many a lover
She'll be the ruin of many more

Go away, go away, don't wake my father
For there is a thing on his breast
And on his chest, he carries a weapon
To kill the one that I love best

I wish I was a little sparrow
I'd circle like a turtledove
Fly away to a lonesome valley
And settle down in the land of love